My Bernstein was still shrinkwrapped until last year. I’ve probably halved its value by stupidly removing it…I think I’m going move it on though if it’s worth that much.
I’m definitely more comfortable nowadays with the idea of ripping a decent file and then selling a record. Not that I’ve got anything at that holy grail level tbh.
Books. Funny one. Still sealed, would sell. Otherwise probably more likely to keep it.
Will there be an acid house / Ibiza / balearic museum one day that we can bequeath all this stuff to in our wills? Imagine someone just dumping it after you’ve gone? Or not loving it quite as much as they should? That train of thought leads me to think sell it all now and enjoy the fact you know someone else is getting pleasure from it.
I can understand plonking down the money for a record or a book. The right one can mean a lot. But a flyer? How much joy is ownership of a flyer going to bring, that you can’t get from seeing images of it? To each their own, but the idea of paying much of anything for a flyer is crazy to me.
To be fair, their clientele (fashion houses, Kanye) can afford to pay. But they’ve always been lovely whenever I’ve dealt with them. And their projects like the Yves Uro & Dave Swindells monographs have been ace. Sometimes I’ve piggybacked off their Insta to find the actual books more cheaply elsewhere.